I once heard the quote:
"we accept the love we think we deserve".
But that is a cycle
where we are treated a certain way
and we think that is what we can expect
and then we expect it
so we are treated as such.
How do we know which came first:
the treatment or the expectations?
I know I have accepted lackluster love;
I have settled on affection
that is watered-down.
It's not about expecting something less;
it's more that I haven't found
those butterflies in the pit of my stomach,
that head-over-heels kind of thing.
There comes a point where you begin
thinking that you won't know
that kind of love,
that only a select few do
and you aren't a chosen one.